A little story about how the height of stress in my week became a lesson in the school of motherhood..
“Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.”
My first role on this earth is to be a mother. To love those babies and my husband first, with the best of my capabilities, and the rest can take second place. Its what I was made for, and what makes me the most happy. I knew this was a moment to seize and conquer versus to be defeated by. (Granted, there are many moments like this that trample me over.)
Gabriel is keenly aware of my reactions to things. He is a very sensitive 3 year old. He saw my original reaction of horror, and new he must have done something. "Mommy, I'n so sorry mama." A big hug followed to make up for his mess. I took a big breath and maybe counted to 120. I looked at him in the eyes and reassured him it was okay because it was an accident, and he could help me clean it up. (Veronica just stood there with her big blues-clueless.) I then of course thanked Mother Teresa for the wisdom and saving me from a bad moment;) A few days later I can already smile over how ridiculous it all was, and how cute their innocent faces were.
I think as a human being in general we are creatures of habit. My personality tends to fight the same flaws over and over. One of those being filling my plate too full, getting stressed, losing sleep, and giving my family a half-rate version of myself. I then always turn to my husband and swear I will never do it again. And then...well you know how it goes. At the end of this week I resolved to be realistic with myself. To reserve certain hours of my day as sacred time for my family alone - no matter how bad my email inbox is glaring or phone buzzing at me. I think its a necessary. My own mother was a beautiful example of being the heart of the home. It wasn't her list of domestic abilities that made her a good mother, it was the heart she put into being a mother. We always knew that we were most important to her over anything else.
Have you struggled with overcommitment? How do you battle it?
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